Substitute Bride: My Mysterious Loser Husband

"I've given you my entire body, so when are you finally going to kick Avery to the curb?"

Behind the half-open door, my hockey star boyfriend of three years was pinning my vicious stepsister to the bed, his voice rough with lust: "Don't mention that depressing loser. I only want you right now."

I kicked the door open, slapped the cheating scumbag as hard as I could, and dumped him on the spot. But the real torture was just beginning.

My beloved nanny was dying in the hospital, and my adoptive mother held the $50,000 life-saving surgery money hostage. She viciously threw a contract in my face: "Either take your sister's place and marry that disfigured, crippled psychopath, or go plan a funeral for that old bat right now!"

On the day of the wedding, my stepsister crashed City Hall with my ex, live-streaming my humiliation to the world: "Even a deformed monster doesn't want you. You're a complete joke!"

But as the clock ticked down to the last second, my fiancé was still nowhere to be seen. My hope of saving my nanny was turning to ash. Just as I closed my eyes in suffocating despair, the heavy doors of City Hall swung open.

Stepping out of the light was a breathtakingly handsome man with broad shoulders and an aura so powerful and dangerous it made my knees weak. His piercing, predatory gaze locked onto me, and his deep, magnetic voice dropped into the dead silence: "Sorry I'm late."

I froze, my breath catching in my throat. Wait... THIS is the rumored deformed psychopath?!